Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.